Imagines and One-Shots (Book Three)

Lucky People (Awsten Knight) - Part 1

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It was mentally draining, honestly, to be the one who handed out soulmates to people. Although, you would have rather just been told the soulmate agency couldn't find your file rather than be given the job.

Let me explain.

After a person turns 18, they're able to – when they're ready – come into the agency and find out who their soulmate is. When a person who doesn't have a soulmate walks into the office of Soulmate Inc. – such a boring name for something so life-changing – that person is given the job of the person who was supposed to give you your soulmate, allowing that person to retire. And it honestly almost seemed like a slap in the face to be given such a job.

You don't have a soulmate, so we're going to force you to help other people find theirs.

So you – understandably – found yourself wishing you'd never even walked into that damn building.

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Tuesday; 3:38am

You were awoken from your sleep by your phone blaring your ringtone from its spot on your nightstand. You squinted as you looked at the bright screen to see who it was, your eyebrows only furrowing at the name staring back you.

"Hello?" you answered the call after the third ring.

"Hi, Y/N," the Soulmate Inc. nighttime security guard greeted you, "I'm sorry to call you at this hour, but I need you to come into the office."

"What for?" you asked, understandably thinking something tragic had happened to warrant a 3:30am phone call.

"I've got a gentleman here asking for his folder," he informed you. You let out a sharp sigh.

"I'm on my way," you said before hanging up the call. You whined to yourself as you got out of bed, unhappy with whoever was forcing you to wake up at this hour. You put on your sweatpants and some random t-shirt before grabbing your phone and car keys, hurrying out the door.

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10 minutes later, you pulled up to the curb right in front of the office building's doors. You looked in the windows and found a boy with purple hair talking to the security guard who had called you. You weren't going to tell yourself that you didn't think he was attractive, but you had to remember that he was here to find out who his soulmate was and you knew it wasn't going to be you.

Both guys' heads turned to look at the door when it opened. The purple-haired boy just eyed you while the guard smiled.

"Thanks for coming in, Y/N," he said.

"Did I really have a choice, Ken?" you rubbed your eyes lightly, "Why can't they give you access to these stupid folders?"

"Because I have a soulmate," he replied playfully.

"No one likes a bragger," you grumbled, going behind the counter.

Ken simply chuckled, offering you a goodbye before going back to the security office, leaving you and the boy alone.

"Name," you said, knocking him out of his daydream.

"Uh, Awsten Knight," he answered, clearing his throat lightly. You asked him to spell his name, which he did, and then went to the file room to get his folder. You flipped the folder open to the first page as you walked back out.

"Full name: Awsten Constantine Knight; Birthdate: January 17, 1992; Birthplace: Houston, Texas?" you asked.

"That's me," he nodded.

You pushed the file door closed with your hip, walking back over to him. You handed him the folder with a small yawn, making him smile shyly.

"Sorry," he said, but you just waved your hand.

"Happy soulmate hunting," you told him. He offered you another small smile, turning around and exiting the building while you simply breathed in relief that you were able to go back home and get back in bed so you could get a couple more hours of sleep before you had to go to work.

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Awsten's POV; Two days later

"I thought you were ready for the whole soulmate thing," Geoff mentioned, his gaze flicking to the manila folder still sitting on Awsten's coffee table, "You haven't touched it since you put it there."

"I thought I was too..." he admitted, mindlessly strumming the guitar on his lap, "But... I don't know... For some reason, I can't make myself open it..."

"You know, you've been talking about wanting to finally meet your soulmate for so long," Otto chimed in, "I would have thought you'd want to find 'em the moment you got the folder."

"Yeah..." he murmured, more to himself than to his friends. The others didn't comment further on the matter – it was clear Awsten didn't really want to continue talking about it – so they just went about their writing session until they decided to head home.

It had only been about half an hour since Geoff and Otto left that Awsten felt this weird sensation in his chest. He'd been sitting on the couch watching TV, his eyes glancing at the folder every now and then. Something inside him was telling him to open it – he didn't know what that something was, but he couldn't ignore it anymore.

He leaned forward, reaching for the folder and putting it on his lap. He looked at the plain beige front for a moment before taking a deep breath and opening it. He read his own information, just trying to pluck up the courage to turn the page and finally find out who his soulmate was.

And when he did, his heart skipped a beat as he looked at the picture attached to the paper: yours.

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The next morning

The moment Awsten woke up the morning after discovering who his soulmate was, he hurriedly got ready and made his way back to Soulmate Inc. He was determined to find you – to tell you that you were somehow his soulmate – but he'd never get to.

He walked into the office much like he'd done three days ago, marching right up to the desk. No one else but him and the boy sitting at the computer was there.

"Welcome to Soulmate Inc.," the boy recited the line he said to every person who came in, "What can I do for you?"

"Uh..." he forced himself to say, "Where... Where's the girl that was working here the other day?"

"Y/N?" he wondered, earning himself a nod, "She doesn't work here anymore – handed me my empty folder last night." He gave Awsten a solemn shrug, letting him know that he didn't have a soulmate.

"D-Do you know where she is...?"

"No, I'm sorry," he shook his head, "She left after she trained me this morning – said she was leaving town but didn't say where to." Awsten froze for a moment, prompting the boy to continue. "Would you like to leave a message for her?" he asked.

"What? Uh, no... That's fine..." he shook his head, "Thank you..." Awsten walked back out of the building while the boy behind the desk watched him, making a mental note to get ahold of you when you got back.

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inspiration: http://inkskinned.com/post/168756887749/writing-prompt-s-at-18-everyone-receive-a